maserati slick Lyrics by Scrim is a new inclusion in English music, featured in the album “LONELY BOY”, sung by Scrim. Budd Dwyer produced the music for this song while Scott Arceneaux Jr. penned down the lyrics.

maserati slick Song Details
Singer : Scrim
Album : LONELY BOY
Lyrics : Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Music : Dynox, Budd Dwyer

maserati slick Lyrics

You did good, Slick
It’s a smash
Lets go, lets go, lets go

I just hopped out, new whip
Wetty high as f*ck, I just took a few hits
Too gone, new phone, pick up, I’m like “Who this?”
I’ve been sipping mud, dirty cup like it’s sewage
Only love her when I’m faded off the flu-id
I can feel the drugs running through my body
I was on thin ice, now my neck on hockey
When I die, I hope my b*tches bury Shawty
When I die, fill my coffin up with codeine
Yeah, my b*tch, she sober but she love a f*cking dope fiend
I put Molly in my water, she thought it was protein
I can’t tell you what it is, but can say what it don’t mean
Northside crashing out, baby, I might OD

Okay okay, I’m on the new wave (Ay)
We pushing hellcats, I’m on a new pace (Yeah)
Iced out rollie, this here a new face (Yeah)
Still on the same shit, but in a new way
They got twin b*tches, I got twin Benz’s
I got killers ’round me, and they killer senses
Can’t tell who’s who no more, I can’t tell the difference
Don’t think I’m from this earth, dawg, I’m just too different
Pop another one, I just upped my senses, ay
Two Glocks on me, that just my essentials, ay
Listen to yo daddy, pushing pencils, ay
Now pause the instrumental, ay

I just hopped out, new whip
Wetty high as f*ck, I just took a few hits
Too gone, new phone, pick up, I’m like “Who this?”
I’ve been sipping mud, dirty cup like it’s sewage
Only love her when I’m faded off the flu-id
I can feel the drugs running through my body
I was on thin ice, now my neck on hockey
When I die, I hope my b*tches bury Shawty
When I die, fill my coffin up with codeine
Yeah, my b*tch, she sober but she love a f*cking dope fiend
I put Molly in my water, she thought it was protein
I can’t tell you what it is, but can say what it don’t mean
Northside crashing out, baby, I might OD